Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn't

my

was compelled to turn around and look in the direction of the door. That's when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror

doing here?" I yelled, sticking to

afraid. I'm just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up." He whispered, taking a step into the bathroom but

he could see my naked body with his hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with my body weight

of your father's simplest desires?"

I screamed, giving up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a

my father, a father would never look at his daughter like that." I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after he didn't get what he wanted.

into my clothes and walked out of the

for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave

A frown covered my forehead because I didn't recall ever going into

the place," he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was on

tripped and fell, making his way to the exit and finally leaving the

for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the basement

I asked myself, steadily walking over to the storage room and grabbing an axe to break down the lock. But luck was truly on my